Living tight.

Still pretty darn tight. I had some roasted red pepper with tomato soup last night with a piece of cheese melted in it, and even that threatened to come back up on me. Total liquids are going down fine, though, so I am going to tough it out. I'm just too scared (and stubborn) to get any taken out - I don't want to lose the chance at restriction!

New low this morning - 331.8. I've been in the 330s since 12/2/09, which is more than 4 months now, so I will be shouting from the rooftops when I finally hit the 320s. Hopefully this weekend.

I have a good friend coming to visit this weekend, and she wants to hit our favorite Mediterranean restaurant while she's in town. I don't mind telling her about the band, as we've struggled with our weight together for years, which is a good thing, because unless this suddenly loosens up, I'll be sticking with crushed lentil soup for dinner while we are there!

I'm uber-cranky this morning. Someone stole my cheese out of the work fridge. It ticked me off, as it happens all the time, and I really wanted that cheese this morning. What did I do about it, you might be asking yourself? Left a giant, nasty note taped to the front of the fridge; it might have included the phrase, "Stealing is NOT the G*rl Scout way, so grow up." (I work for the G*rl Scouts.) Yep, I did. And it made me feel better.

And on that note, I'm headed home for lunch! More soup is on the menu, I guess.